What the...!?

Shit!

When did they put that up?

I mean... shit... I was looking forward to swimming all fucking day, you know?

A long day at work, god dammed boss — all I wanted was to relax and swim and now fucking this.

Just fucking great.

I was just so pumped to go swimming.

Thinking about it got me through the god-damned morning.

All day I kept thinking "I can get through this" because I just kept looking forward to swimming.

I was just pumped to swim.

And I was swimming here just last week.

No, nothing happened to me.

No, I didn't develop a rash.

My penis is naturally bumpy.

It just is. It's not a rash. It's not an STD. It's just the way I was born.

Yes, it hurts a little during intercourse. But you learn to ignore it.

Well, I try not to show it them. And if they see it, I explain that it's nothing infectious. It's more like a birthmark.

I can't believe this is happening. Why does everything bad always have to happen to me? I've got a bumpy penis that scares away women, I've got a lousy fucking job where my boss gives me shit all day, and all I look forward to is swimming. Great fucking life.

Screw the sign.

Fuck the bacteria.

And those ducks — those ducks are okay.

I'm going in.

I'm tired of taking orders.

I don't need to take shit from my boss.

I don't need a fucking sign to tell me what to do.

It's just a sign.

What does it know?

I'm swimming.

I am not going to go home and hang my head and feel dejected that someone or some sign walked all over me again. I'm taking a stand.

I'm taking a swim.

I don't care if there are dead fish out in the water.

My penis will still be bumpy when I get out.